Busting Loose New Mexico

Something profound possibly?

I wonder if I can do 300 words on something profound.

Like, I woke up this morning hearing Monty Python’s Galaxy Song in my mind. “Just remember that you’re standing on a planet that’s evolving, and revolving at 900 miles per hour. And orbiting at 90 miles per second so I recon, the Sun that is the source of all our power.”

And in a Busting Loose context, that was very supportive as to the illusion I live within. And I dimly get the power that it takes to just produce and sustain THAT set of circumstances. And then, in a Busting Loose sense, that what if it really is a hologram at Plank Scale, giving it such seductive touch-ability, smell-ability, see-ability, that – if I am seeing and experiencing it I must be creating it!

I mean, the “I” that is the Player self that is joined-at-the-hip, or conjoined in consciousness with Expanded Self. Conjoined. Too much! I mean, really! CON-joined; joined in grand CON experience called The Human Game. “Conned” into believing we aren’t really creating this whole thing, that “it” is somehow “real.” “Real-er,” more real than ourselves. That “it” is happening TO us rather than THROUGH us.

It’s much more convenient to believe that this all is happening TO us than THROUGH us.  Is convenient the word I’m searching for here? It’s certainly convenient to The Human Game illusion of convincing myself that I’m the opposite of who I really am: infinite, eternal, unlimited. The dual pattern/belief of being-at-the-effect-of something outside myself, not myself, and the hard-to-describe unseperatable relationship (con-joined relationship) with an infinitely powerful, eternal, Expanded Self “driving the bus” at all times. joyfully! Peacefully! In full and complete freedom! In exploration of itself through the Player me in a full-immersion 3-D movie called “The Life And Experiences Of Tom Miles.”

Just the can’t-failed-ness of that image is juicy beyond words.

So … how will Player Tom listen for Expanded Self Inspiration? I almost said “today,” but than realized that there really is no “today.” Just the experience of sequential moments of ever-fleeting “now” in eternity and infinity.

And Infinite is infinite. Cool!